Like most things, art, music, sculpture, writing and poetry are all about language. When we organise notes into a song, paint colours into swirls of interpretation, and form words into a play of thought and emotion, we are communicating. 439 more words

Sorry for intruding but can you let me in?
Would you let me, out of the blue, peer between the guards you’ve put up?
Would you allow me to see what lies beneath the front — that vulnerable child locked up, hiding, from the world. 29 more words